"We shall meet again ere long, my son," cried Mrs. ‘It’s my belief she is a nun. Seventeen hours, sixteen hours. Her prevailing effect was one of quiet and complete assurance, as though she knew all about everything, and was only restrained by her instinctive delicacy from telling what she knew. My birth certificate was destroyed when the county building it was housed in burned down.
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